Magician in Type-Moon

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Matouchi fell silent for a moment.

"What...what's going on..."

Someone groaned softly.

The reason for the sound is obvious.

What's happening right now is beyond imagination.

If it were just a corpse, none of the people gathered in the room would be surprised.

For better or worse, magicians are people who are used to this kind of situation.

If one is not careful, one's life could be in danger. Everyone should be fully prepared for this, let alone if one is attending Van Fem's ship banquet.

but.

The corpse was beautiful.

This alone carries a completely different meaning. No, the scene was so striking that it was the first time I realized that beauty truly meant this.

And that perfect, artistically crystallized appearance has now lost all its vibrancy.

Blood was dripping from his chest, making it seem as if this bleeding point might be the cause of death.

Matou Ike herself found it hard to believe.

After all, this man was chatting and laughing with him not long ago.

"Kiz, the wanderer of the sea..."

The magician of the Age of Gods is dead.

How can anyone accept this so easily?

Even among the three magicians who reconstructed the myth, Kiz has an exceptionally large number of mysteries surrounding him.

This life, which lasted for two thousand and several hundred years, actually ended here?

You mean the Wandering Sea!?

"Yes, Mr. Matou, are you talking about the magician of the Wandering Sea?!"

All sorts of people, upon first hearing about Kiz's background, were saying this.

The Wandering Sea is an organization that rarely appears even in the world of magic. Despite the near-total lack of information about them, the very existence of a magician belonging to the Wandering Sea is a testament to their existence.

But he was already dead.

why?

The chaos has bordered on terror.

From their perspective, the Wandering Sea, which performs magic from the Age of Gods, could even be considered a more advanced life form.

There wasn't even time to examine the body before the room door opened.

It wasn't the hidden path that everyone used to enter, but rather the original main entrance to the room.

From there, a new group of visitors emerged.

"...This really surprised me."

Chapter 453 Magic of the Age of Gods

Van Fem, and the six women waiting behind him.

According to other guests, they were called something like Fim's daughters.

The six beautiful women who have been serving Van Fem.

"Coopera, please keep the cane safe."

"Ok."

The beautiful woman who was called out came out and took it.

Her demeanor and profile looked exactly like a human.

But Van Fem, ignoring the thoughts and entanglements of others, quietly moved to the corpse's side and touched its neck. After a few seconds, he shook his head.

The Dead Apostle, wearing a white shirt, stood up and made the sign of the cross.

Even though this is the current situation, it's still quite bothersome.

Does this vampire have a faith?

"Let me, as the host of this ship's banquet, announce it. Without a doubt, Kiz of the Wandering Sea is indeed dead."

The venue became noisy once again.

His expression, which referred to Kiz as an old friend, revealed only a slight sadness.

"Although I don't know what method he used, all the magic circuits in his body were shattered. In this situation, even if he is a magician from the Age of Gods, it will be difficult for him to use magic again."

Upon hearing this, Matou Ike unconsciously frowned.

Was he murdered?

"It doesn't seem like a natural death at all," Van Fim replied with a sigh to Matou Ike's question.

“I have to take back his participation certificate... It seems he did apply for another one.”

"Yes, it's for me."

Voices could be heard.

This time, we followed the path the group had taken.

The heels of the leather boots creaked and groaned on the concrete floor of the dark alley.

A pale, ghostly face emerged from the shadows.

The skin on his neck was so white it was almost translucent, and the veins were faintly visible. If asked who looked more like a vampire, him or Van Fim, ten out of ten people would say this young man did.

Silver hair, lacking pigment just like skin.

The pupils looked like they contained melting snow.

Matou Ike frowned unconsciously when he saw the person who had arrived.

His next words, in particular, left people speechless.

“I am a disciple of Kiz of the Wandering Sea, and my name is Melvin Weinz.”

Along with the impeccable flow of blood foam gushing from his mouth, the silver-haired youth said this.

Melvin Weinz.

During these eight years, this man, as a partner of the El-Melloi family, also frequently had contact with the Matouike faction.

But his boast that he was Kiz's apprentice this time is somewhat puzzling.

When did this happen?

Seemingly noticing Matou Ike's frown, the silver-haired youth approached while spitting out blood.

“Matou, I have become his apprentice. Although it has only been half a day, the results are comparable to decades of research at the Clock Tower. That’s right, it’s almost to the point that I can assert that the world has changed.”

He smiled slightly, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth.

She's just as carefree as before.

"Are you sure you're not joking?"

The situation has become extremely chaotic.

But hearing that Melvin had become the disciple of the deceased Kiz still made one's head feel like it was about to go crazy.

"It's not unreasonable to be suspected. After all, it's impossible for magicians in the Wandering Sea to recruit disciples from the outside world."

Melvin's eyes slowly settled on the magicians gathered together.

"Then let me show you a corner of the magic tricks he taught me."

A pale hand was extended like that of a conductor.

He held a small tuning fork between his fingertips. He took the tuning fork to a nearby wall, swung it once in the air, and then struck the wall with it.

Tutor.

Even the Magic Imprint Tuner, who is rare even in the entire Magic Association.

However, at this moment, when his tuning fork rang out—

In an instant, the room transformed into a vast, azure sea.

My feet were firmly planted on the sea.

But I still felt like I was about to sink to the bottom of the sea. The sensation coming from my ankles was undoubtedly the coldness of the seawater, but I didn't feel wet.

“It really is… the sea…” Ye Sizhen exclaimed.

Kiz's body was swallowed by that sea.

"It is my duty as his disciple to bury his body."

Melvin said this after the mysterious sea burial.

Then, once again, he plucked the tuning fork with his fingertips.

As the clear sound echoed, the sea transformed back into the cabin of the cruise ship. I stepped on the floor in disbelief, only to feel the softness of a plush carpet.

"The form is undoubtedly a single-step process. It doesn't even synchronize with the magic inscription. Yet, does the precision and depth of the ritual surpass that of the simplified ritual (ten count)?"

The cane he'd taken from Coopera pierced the carpet. Van Fem remarked briefly in admiration.

"I can guarantee it. What just happened was definitely a magic trick from the Age of Gods."

The gathered magicians erupted in noise once again.

One of them stepped forward.

It's Ye Sizhen.

"Your Excellency Van Fem. Thank you for your company in this small Monaco, but I still can't pretend I didn't hear what you just said. You mentioned the magic of the Age of Gods, are you serious?"